"Be a good boy," she says. "And fucking prove it."
The room goes quiet except for the sound of our breathing — heavy, uneven, filling the space between us.
She takes a step closer, and the air crackles with something dangerous. I catch the faint coconut scent of her lotion mixed with warm skin, feel the weight of her stare pinning me in place, the heat radiating off her body like a promise.
My hands curl around the backs of her thighs, fingers pressing into soft flesh. Her fingers brush under my chin, tilting my face up to meet her eyes.
"Are you going to fight me on that?" she asks, voice low and steady.
I shake my head once, slow.
"Use your words."
"No."
The corner of her mouth lifts.
"Good boy."
The praise lands like a spark under my skin, and she sees it happen. She sees how I react. She sees that she's got me exactly where she wants me.
She leans in just enough to make my breath catch, then releases my chin.
"Show me."
I watch her carefully as I reach down to her feet. I slip off her sandals, gently squeezing each foot in admiration.
I carefully lift her left foot, causing her to sit back on my bed. I slowly plant my lips at the top of her big toe. Then I gently plant another kiss at the arch of her foot. Then another at her ankle.
Her breath hitches as we make eye contact.
She has no idea that I'm about to do exactly what I was thinking about earlier.
I lightly kiss her inner ankle once more, letting my lips linger a little longer. Then I slowly press the tip of my tongue to her skin.
She gasps.
I drag my tongue up her calf to her knee, and lightly plant another kiss on her kneecap. Then I repeat the motion, licking slowly up her juicy thighs, savoring every second.
Then I place her left leg over my shoulder, continuing my search with my tongue. Reaching the ripped bottom of her shorts, I slowly shove the fabric of her shorts and underwear aside, licking and teasing her bikini line.
She unbuttons her shorts, silently urging for more. Her chest heaves.
I'm back on my knees, with both of her feet back on the ground. Slowly, I peel her shorts off, sneaking a nibble to her hips and the top of her thigh before letting the shorts fall to the ground.
A light yelp escapes her lips.
"Shh, quiet, remember?" I growl out.
My left hand reaches around and smacks her ass. Fuck. I can smell her sex from here. My cock stands at attention, throbbing and begging to be set free.
I reach for it instinctively and squeeze it at the base to satiate it a little while longer.
I push her back on the bed and crawl closer to her, putting both of her legs over my shoulders.
My attention turns back to her thighs. They look so soft and enticing. I go back to devouring her, kissing, licking, and biting every inch that I can reach. Her legs start to tremble, knees trying to close around me.
I haven't even touched her soaking wet pussy yet, and I can already feel that she's on the edge.
